You know you do…you want to be dominated,the silly, bratty voice in my head chipped in.
"Don't say that to me."
His gaze was intensely fixed on me. He rose to his feet, and my heart leaped to my throat despite how much I tried to tell myself to play it cool.
"Let's get one thing straight. You won't disrespect me, or I'll tame that bratty little mouth of yours in ways that would leave you whimpering and screaming." He grabbed the tray from my lap, yanking me to him by my legs.
I gasped, wanting to clasp my legs shut to hide my shame, but he crouched between them.
The dominance in his gray eyes was terrifying. It was like looking into smoke, feeling your eyes burn with tears, your lungs tighten until you suffocate, and get consumed by it.
I didn't like being degraded, right? I shouldn't, but why did his degrading words turn me on effortlessly?
My toes barely hit the ground as his rough fingers skimmed up my thighs, making me gasp. "You haven't told me what you want and why you took me?"
He reached behind me, a lick of flame erupting on my skin as his fingers brushed my body in a ghost touch. A cold berry landed on my lips, and he popped it against my mouth, spreading it all over my lips with the pad of his thumb.
My nipples hardened. My chest thrust forward on its own accord, my pussy begging to be taken with how wet I was.
What is this?
"Your submission—that’s what I want." He murmured, pushing two fingers into my mouth without warning.
I moaned. His gray eyes flamed with the need to control, darkening with lust. The reaction was so visceral that I was convinced I affected him more than he was willing to let on.
"I won't do that. I can't do that." I shook my head.
"I'm not asking you. I'm telling you I want it and I would take it whether you like it or not." He spoke with a conviction that made my heart skip.
"What we had—" My breath hitched as his fingers enclosed around a nipple, tugging at it. "I-I-what we—fuck." His mouth descended on my nipple through my nightdress.
He bit down on it, causing me to fist the sheets and hike my legs a little higher when he slipped his fingers under my dress with ease. My messy thigh got even messier because I was dripping by the time he stroked my engorged clit.
"Fuck." I threw my head back, biting my lip.
"You were saying?" he murmured thickly against my aching, heavy breasts.
He had me right where he wanted me, and he knew it.
"I don't want to be owned by you." I rapped out. He didn't stop his assault on my clit. He scissored it, stroked it, and pinched it until I was a moaning, writhing mess.
"You knew how dangerous it was to come on that date, yet you did. When you found yourself blindfolded in a room withsomeone you didn't know, your first instinct wasn't to try to break free. It was to give in. This is what you want."
"How could you possibly know what I want?" I whimpered when he flicked his thumb over my sensitive bud, plunging a finger into me.
"Because I have seen how much of a dirty little whore you are behind closed doors. How you slip away from work to touch yourself, how you stand under the shower every night, trying to initiate the sadistic pleasure from the night I took you, how you've inflicted pain on yourself to feel alive like the other night."
I froze.
But he kept pumping his fingers in and out of me, enough to snap me out of my trance and make me wrap my legs around his lower hip, begging for more without using my words.
"You are a submissive little brat. You want to be claimed. You want to be marked. You want to be branded. By me." He sucked on my neck so hard, I saw stars.
His raging hard-on poked me through my satin dress, urging me to grind against him, getting even more stimulated.
"What if—what if I say no?" I panted.
"You won't." He sounded so sure. "You are too consumed by the possibility of what this could give you to do that."
